Thursday, February 16, 2017

Where are the poets?Where are their deep sonorous voices,their caves hidden far within mountains?Poets, I call you.Where do they cry so no one hears,espousing the distancebetween God and humanity?Poets I call you by darkness,I call you by light.Their burning embers are the eyesthat can see,unblinded by night.Poets, I call you byyour multi-faceted names,your dominions,your many lives in former places.You and your spoken wordwork their way intothe sands of our mindsas the sea—our castlesdemolished each dayand washed awayinto Solomon’s tomb,where his wives glow with aqua stones.If a poet would speak,the poem would livein our shallow heartbeats, in the deeptrenches of our borders.

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Poetry is free, and it belongs to everyone. It is part of the oral and written tradition of every culture. Poems are meant to be quoted, to be written down, scribbled on the backs of envelopes, given in cards, given as gifts.

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Potter's Press and Potter's House Press are the publishing imprints of the Wild Lily Institute. Founded in 2015, we publish poetry and fiction at the Wild Lily Institute to raise awareness about mental health.